| Black clouds in a red sky. |
| No light but the war fires
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| No time, like the time of our lives.
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| It’s the crime of our lives, Flashing by Too much affectation, no love in your frustrations
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| so we fail, how can we sit and just sit while this world goes to shit
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| Hide. |
| Think you can hide yourself away?
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| Hide. |
| When there ain’t no peace on earth today.
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| Get runnin', it’s comin'
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| Wheel goin’round round.
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| World comin’down down
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| Black bell rings out the old ways
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| Death comes to steal the new day
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| All secrets to be revealed. |
| After all these years
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| It shall be fulfilled. |
| No time for you to hide
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| It’s gonna run you into the ground.
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| Hide. |
| When there ain’t no peace on earth today.
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| It’s comin', get runnin'.
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| Look through the darkness and see it come.
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| You can’t escape, you gotta face it head on.
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| No time to burn, no time to slide
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| What have we done now?
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| No time to burn, no time to slide
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| Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
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| Truckin’Truckin'
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| Feel the weight bearing down, down
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| Truckin’Truckin'
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| When there ain’t no peace on earth to be found.
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| No time, in a stop sign
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| No light, on the dark side
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| No fight, in the man who can’t live with the self that he learned how to.
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| Hide. |
| Think you can hide yourself away?
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| Hide. |
| When there ain’t no peace on earth today.
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| Truckin’Truckin'
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| Looking to run you into the ground
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| It’s comin', get runnin'
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| All our souls goin’down down.
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| Wheels goin’round round. |